Chapter 576: Xiao Bao: Fake Son
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Wan Rou took a car to the cafe mentioned in the email. In a small private room, a middle-aged man was sitting there.
“Who are you?” Wan Rou’s voice trembled, as she had never seen much of the world.
“Someone who wants to earn money.” The middle-aged man smiled until his face trembled. “We know that you’re living in Old Master Jun’s house now. There’s an old saying that goes, the pavilion closest to the water enjoys the moonlight first. Miss Wan, do you understand what I mean?”
“Continue.” Wan Rou forced herself to calm down and listened to the man continue.
“We can help you become Madam Jun.” The middle-aged man cut to the chase.
“How can you help?” Wan Rou’s heart raced.
“You don’t have to worry about that. After the matter is done, we want a billion dollars. I’m sure you’ve seen how much assets Jun Shiling has. The actual situation will only be more and not less.” The middle-aged man counted. “You’ll definitely make a profit.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“The first step is of course to destroy Jun Shiling’s wife.” The man smiled, looking sinister.
“Destroy?” Wan Rou was shocked by the cruelty in the man’s eyes.
She had thought of snatching Jun Shiling away, but she had never thought of harming anyone.
The man seemed to have seen her hesitation. “Think carefully. If this succeeds, you’ll have hundreds of lifetimes of glory, splendor, and wealth.”
“I… Let me think.” Wan Rou bit her lower lip.
After a while, the number on the email and the peerless Jun Shiling made her lose her rationality.
Wan Rou’s voice trembled. “You need me…”
Before she could finish speaking, the phone rang, startling Wan Rou, who was already flustered.
Wan Rou picked up the phone. “Hello, Auntie Li.”
“Hey, Xiao Rou, I heard that you went to university in Beijing. When are you going back to town? The money your grandfather left for you is still with me.”
“What money?” Wan Rou was a little confused.
“Your grandfather left you thirty thousand dollars for your school fees. Your grandfather saved some money when he guarded the factory at night. Aren’t you staying in school? He didn’t say it because he was afraid that you would be worried about him. Now that you’re going to university, it’s time to return the money to you.”
Auntie Li spoke for a long time, but there was no sound from Wan Rou. Auntie Li called out a few times.
Wan Rou replied with a choked voice, “Thank you, Auntie Li. I’ll be back in two days.”
“Miss Wan, this is the plan.” The middle-aged man handed a document to Wan Rou.
Wan Rou stood up and walked out of the cafe with red eyes.
Old Master Wan had gone to the battlefield many years ago and had suffered many cold leg injuries.
Every time Wan Rou went home to stay, she would find that Old Master Wan’s leg was swollen. She thought that her grandfather had caught a cold while sleeping.
Unexpectedly, Grandpa had gone to guard the factory behind her back.
At this moment, all the teachings that Old Master Wan had taught her since she was young seemed to have come from a hidden corner.
Under Grandpa’s actions, she suddenly faced her own ugliness and despicableness.
Standing under the sunlight, Wan Rou’s tears fell.
Eighteen years ago, Old Master Wan had picked her up from the streets and given her her first life.
Eighteen years later, even though Old Master Wan had passed away, he had given her a new life.
In the manor, after hearing the news from Lin Jing, Jun Shiling was silent for a moment before replying to Lin Jing.
“Ask her to move out of the courtyard and distribute the compensation that the country gave to Old Master Wan for five years to her.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
Jun Shiling hung up the phone and walked towards Xia Wanyuan, who was painting not far away.
“Baby, it’s you, right?” Jun Shiling hugged Xia Wanyuan from behind.
He did not have such patience. The plan he had given Lin Jing was not like this.
Furthermore, Old Master Wan had been poor his entire life. The money he earned from working had been used to pay Wan Rou’s school fees and living expenses. Where did he get his remaining savings?
Xia Wanyuan turned around. “I only pushed her.”
The choice was still with Wan Rou.
“Besides, in the end, it was Old Master Wan who pulled her back.”
Looking at Xia Wanyuan’s indifferent expression, an indescribable feeling arose in Jun Shiling’s heart.
“Baby.” Jun Shiling rested his forehead on Xia Wanyuan’s.
“What’s wrong?” Xia Wanyuan put down the brush in her hand, afraid that the ink would stain Jun Shiling.
“Why are you so good?” Jun Shiling seemed to sigh from the bottom of his heart.
She had the most tenacious edge, but she also had the softest kindness.
“I’m not as good as you say.” Xia Wanyuan hugged Jun Shiling back. “I’m not a god. At most, I’ll help them when I have the strength.”
“What about when you don’t have any strength left?”
“When I have no strength left, it’s enough to love you.”
The corners of Jun Shiling’s lips curled up, and the rest of his words were drowned in the lips.
Xiao Bao, who was playing Ultraman upstairs: I might be a fake son.